<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2024 13:11:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>musings of miss b</title><description></description><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-116179673814787275</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-25T18:19:04.420+01:00</atom:updated><title>so much life...so little time</title><atom:summary type="text">This post only really goes out to one person reading it. Which i know they will, and that is why I write it if I&#39;m honest...My head has become so messed up over what&#39;s happened in the past month, and you have turned my world upside down and back to front, as only you can.I never saw myself as the person I am today, the positive and the negative parts too.I also thought, foolishly, that I could </atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-much-lifeso-little-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115946805828341211</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Sep 2006 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-28T19:36:31.596+01:00</atom:updated><title>death and taxes</title><atom:summary type="text">The uncertainty of life perplexes me sometimes.I know I have to just ride it out, but part of me needs reassurance, a guarantee.I have an overwhelming supply of foolish hope...but sometimes it&#39;s just not enough.I want my mum.And a hug.And a functioning set of nostrils.</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/09/death-and-taxes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115810241596145186</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 22:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-13T00:06:55.976+01:00</atom:updated><title>e-day</title><atom:summary type="text">well,here I am.My last night at home...I&#39;ve said my goodbyes to the people who matter most, although I&#39;ve still not packed everything (I&#39;ll never be fully prepared for such dramatic life experiences, but then - where would the fun be if I was always prepared? Needless to say, I made a crap girl guide).I feel strangely calm but slightly sad and also excited, all at once.I get to leave a part of me</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/09/e-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115722893797709055</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2006 20:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-02T21:28:57.990+01:00</atom:updated><title>holy cow!</title><atom:summary type="text">10 DAYSI have 10 days until I move away from home for the first time.I&#39;m scared and excited and nervous and, and, and...Nothing is packedI still don&#39;t have a loanOr a UCAS application doneIts all so very real and happening to l&#39;il old me!I still don&#39;t know how all of this happened.This time last month I was totally unaware of my life that lay ahead...Just as well really.If I can pull this off, I </atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/09/holy-cow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115697609780820611</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Aug 2006 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-30T23:17:00.433+01:00</atom:updated><title>some thoughts</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m having a particularly stressful time of late.It&#39;s not stress brought on from negative experience - in fact quite the opposite, it just seems that I have to fight against the tide to get where I want to be all the time.And I&#39;m becoming exhausted. I have just further complicated my life somewhat by becoming involved with someone here at home, when I&#39;m moving to University (fingers crossed) in 3</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115667918006481982</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-27T12:46:20.073+01:00</atom:updated><title>poke me, I&#39;m squishy</title><atom:summary type="text">I have a horrible feeling about this weekend, in the pit of my stomach, like impending doom...</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/poke-me-im-squishy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115622302722795993</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 04:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-22T06:03:47.236+01:00</atom:updated><title>even scarier day</title><atom:summary type="text">Well, yesterday did not turn out as expected, but then I&#39;m learning to go with the flow lately, as life seems to want to hurl me forward in to existence whether I like it or not.So. Interview today, for a place at University...I have had no sleep, but I am used to this, as it always seems to happen to me that way.I&#39;m scared,really, really scared...I&#39;ve realised how much I want this to happen.</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/even-scarier-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115614235519674484</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 06:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-21T07:39:15.206+01:00</atom:updated><title>scary day</title><atom:summary type="text">Today could start me on a big new road in my life, if it goes how I planned.I&#39;m scared.I need someone to hold my hand.</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/scary-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115593679250214824</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-20T20:00:09.556+01:00</atom:updated><title>we walk to hawaii</title><atom:summary type="text">Walking2Hawaii ambushed me on iTunesBut I didn&#39;t cryNot out of sadness at leastI know we are going to be okayNo matter whatForever my friend, forever my love</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-walk-to-hawaii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115582802718891725</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Aug 2006 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-17T16:20:27.196+01:00</atom:updated><title>we have storms, again</title><atom:summary type="text">there you are Ooohh you&#39;re so in love, just like juliette Well guess what? that&#39;s one thing that you can for-fucking-get tears from the sky in pools of pain well baby tonite, i&#39;m gonna go &amp; dance in the rainQOTSA</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-have-storms-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115567103431167847</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2006 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-15T20:43:54.310+01:00</atom:updated><title>you are my blood, my serpent</title><atom:summary type="text">I am too connected to you to Slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me, And considerately killing me.</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-my-blood-my-serpent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115566051139425272</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2006 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-15T20:30:27.336+01:00</atom:updated><title>sweet demoness</title><atom:summary type="text">The hour of reckoning draws nearJudgment day is here and goneSweetly she draws me into her armsA liquid embrace to chase the day awaySedate numb, deaf and dumbStumbling into solitudeA clouded judgment day is fueledTake me under your black wingsMark my words and remember meSo sweetly she sucks away at my timeSo sweetly she draws me nighCloser and closer towards never ending sleepSpin the </atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweet-demoness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115558350654105629</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Aug 2006 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-14T20:25:06.576+01:00</atom:updated><title>bear witness to your fruit</title><atom:summary type="text">I am broken and aloneand it is because of you.I can&#39;t stop the tears falling down my faceI don&#39;t want to breathe anymoredon&#39;t want to feelThere&#39;s no one here and I don&#39;t know what to doIt should be me holding youThe world is such a horrible place and I can&#39;t do it without youI can&#39;tyou mean everything to meyou made me feel so alive that day on the beach, I loved you from that very moment, just </atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/bear-witness-to-your-fruit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115506099770832381</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2006 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-08T19:19:01.630+01:00</atom:updated><title>eep!</title><atom:summary type="text">My life is about to become very real and very scary, if I follow through the choices I have made.I have that weird feeling of impending doom mixed with hyper excitedness!I can&#39;t remember the last time I felt that.That&#39;s a good sign, right?If you get the gut feelings and the butterflies that means it&#39;s working...I hope.A non-real life friend of mine totally pissed on my plans yesterday though and </atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/eep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115497002671711866</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2006 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-07T18:00:26.730+01:00</atom:updated><title>craving</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve consumed 18 menthol cigarettes in 6 days...and I&#39;m a non-smoker.The last 2 of them are sitting on my window ledge, they keep staring at me and I&#39;m pretty sure they&#39;re whispering to each other.I WILL NOT BE ADDICTED TO NICOTINEI WILL NOT BE ADDICTED TO NICOTINEI WILL NOT BE...</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/craving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115494944294527211</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2006 11:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-07T12:17:22.946+01:00</atom:updated><title>written in the stars</title><atom:summary type="text">My &#39;Romance Horoscope&#39; this week:Maturity is your strong point, but it might not be much in evidence this weekend. Your emotions can shift quickly and you&#39;re likely to act impulsively, surprising yourself and others with your behavior. Just let it happen, instead of trying too hard to control yourself now.Oh how trueNote: I don&#39;t actually prescribe to these things, they arrive in my junkmail, and</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/written-in-stars_07.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115464033391950740</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2006 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-03T22:27:19.436+01:00</atom:updated><title>beautiful friend</title><atom:summary type="text">You are my shelter        my sustenance        my everything</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/beautiful-friend_03.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115463877044397257</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2006 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-03T21:59:30.460+01:00</atom:updated><title>word of the week</title><atom:summary type="text">Tumultuous...Just when I thought my life couldn&#39;t really get much more upheaved, I&#39;ve gone and broken/sprained my toe.It&#39;s kinda puffy and purple lookin&#39;...I think I&#39;m going crazy.NoReally...</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/word-of-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115448053947917325</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2006 00:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-02T02:02:19.486+01:00</atom:updated><title>...</title><atom:summary type="text">I can still smell you on my skin.Feel your warmth.</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115438850087024934</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jul 2006 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-19T23:57:20.766+01:00</atom:updated><title>hurt</title><atom:summary type="text">i hurt myself todayto see if i still feeli focus on the painthe only thing that&#39;s realthe needle tears a holethe old familiar stingtry to kill it all awaybut i remember everythingwhat have i become?my sweetest friendeveryone i knowgoes away in the endyou could have it allmy empire of dirti will let you downi will make you hurti wear my crown of shiton my liar&#39;s chairfull of broken thoughtsi </atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/08/hurt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115427573185958819</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2006 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-30T17:08:51.893+01:00</atom:updated><title>lost and found</title><atom:summary type="text">life just keeps getting harderand it just keeps getting harder to hidethe darker it is around methe easier it is to see insideoutside the glassthe whole world is magnifiedand it’s half an inchfrom here to the other sidei guess that push has come to thisso i guess this must be shovebut before you throw those stones at metell me, what is your house made of?and if you think you know what i’m doing </atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-and-found.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115419345030312756</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2006 17:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-29T18:17:30.313+01:00</atom:updated><title>This is how you make me feel...</title><atom:summary type="text">I feel like you&#39;ve reached inside my heart and torn away my insides.I can&#39;t even cry it hurts so much.I don&#39;t want it to be like this.Why can&#39;t we go back to that night and stay there forever?Why did you leave me here without you?</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-how-you-make-me-feel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115378420315140509</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jul 2006 22:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-25T13:00:15.003+01:00</atom:updated><title>Hippy!</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve just spent a lovely evening with my long-time friend Dave, who&#39;s company I&#39;m enjoying more and more lately, actually...I&#39;ve always had a soft spot for him, he seems to encourage that element in everyone though...And he was my first...a long time ago.Anyway, I digress.He invited me along to the Golden Fleece for their Open Mic night, and suprisingly enough, I had a really nice time there. The</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/07/hippy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115367686497371578</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-23T18:47:44.983+01:00</atom:updated><title>American Made Music to Strip by...</title><atom:summary type="text">My legs look like a Christmas Turkey.I have been waxing, whilst listening to Ministry \m/&gt;.&lt;\m/</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/07/american-made-music-to-strip-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21342328.post-115360856085565274</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-22T23:49:20.866+01:00</atom:updated><title>Lost Boys</title><atom:summary type="text">Keifer.Peroxide.Mullet.Oh yes.</atom:summary><link>http://musingsofmissb.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-boys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Miss .B)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>